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Nyx Jun 17
Light fingered
Swift and efficient
Conspiring against themselves
Nothing is ever sufficient

Take. Take. Take
Its Mine. Mine. Mine


Morally incorrect
But what a hefty paycheck
Greed is swirling
Such havoc they wreak

People & Things
They glisten and gleam
Yearn to hold them in hand
Thou the theft must be clean

Much like a bird interested,
Infatuated by the sparkle of things
Filling their homes, Their nests
Craving the beauty they bring

Such light fingers
swift and efficient
Never sufficient
Wanting more and more...

It's never enough.

These hearts taken within the dark
hidden by the cloak of night
Treasures of the soul
Give me your light


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Interpret it how you wish
Not knowing what's in your mind,
You suddenly stepped into in mine,
You broke in..
Like a thief in the dark
You stole my heart,
For revenge,
I intend to steal your last name...
Seanathon Mar 15
The wolfing theif who howls aloud
A ravenous young man with just the essence of beast
Who wears the forest on his back
Who dashes down the rooftop steep
Just to bridge the gap from far away
And land, ever so slightly on the precipice sway
Just to reach up gently and pocket the moon
As a souvenir to take upon his way
****** theives... Lol
abc Jan 10
i’ve played this same game.
but you can ask the last one,
you don’t want to play games with
the queen of games.
i’ll tear you apart and
use your bones to pick my teeth.
you ******* heart thief.

-abc
cupid Nov 2018
all my favorite clothes are secondhand
and so are my worst memories
the smell of cigarette smoke on my clothes and my hair is secondhand
i hate cigarettes
i hate their cigarettes the most
my bad ideas and scars are secondhand too
the wind that runs through my disgusting hair im sure
is secondhand
you see nothing is truly mine
nor is anything truly yours
faith, clothes, money, food, existence,
it’s all secondhand i swear
sometimes secondhand means stolen
like my drinks and jewelry
but i haven’t asked for a lot of what i was given
heartbreak, sadness, pain, hatred
i do not steal but i am forced to take them
i think im a secondhand person, if that makes any sense
Bobcat Nov 2017
Im afraid to kiss you
Because of the fear of being left breathless
Gasping for air
The theif you are stealing life from my lungs

I'm afraid to leave you
Because without you near I'd surely fall apart
Picking up the pieces
The craftsman you are, putting me back together

I'm afraid to be loved by you
Because of the unrealistic, idealistic picture you paint of me
Every brush stroke
The artist that paints in dissappointment of who I really am

I'm afraid to trust you
Because of the words you whisper late at night
I love you more
The liar that insists in the false reality in which you could ever love me more
Kaya Aug 2016
I count my roses
before I go to sleep
Next day, I woke up, to one missing
A bit down, a bit blue,
Let them be, let them rest
it must have been
a thief's gift for his lover

-Kaya
yass min May 2015
sometimes i wonder ,
what would i be if i never met you
would my heart be on fire ,
anticipating to find out who
who will be the misterious theif
that will steal my heart
and make me beleive
the existence of a *sweet love
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